1. In a Letter from MR. CANDY (continued)
I gave him my promise. And the promise has been performed.
He asked me to do one other thing for him--which it cost me a hard
struggle to comply with. He said, "Let my grave be forgotten.
Give me your word of honour that you will allow no monument of any sort--
not even the commonest tombstone--to mark the place of my burial.
Let me sleep, nameless. Let me rest, unknown." When I tried to plead
with him to alter his resolution, he became for the first, and only time,
violently agitated. I could not bear to see it; and I gave way.
Nothing but a little grass mound marks the place of his rest.
In time, the tombstones will rise round it. And the people who come
after us will look and wonder at the nameless grave.
As I have told you, for six hours before his death his
sufferings ceased. He dozed a little. I think he dreamed.
Once or twice he smiled. A woman's name, as I suppose--
the name of "Ella"--was often on his lips at this time.
A few minutes before the end he asked me to lift him on his pillow,
to see the sun rise through the window. He was very weak.
His head fell on my shoulder. He whispered, "It's coming!"
Then he said, "Kiss me!" I kissed his forehead.
On a sudden he lifted his head. The sunlight touched his face.
A beautiful expression, an angelic expression, came over it.
He cried out three times, "Peace! peace! peace!" His head sank
back again on my shoulder, and the long trouble of his life was at
So he has gone from us. This was, as I think, a great man--
though the world never knew him. He had the sweetest temper I
have ever met with. The loss of him makes me feel very lonely.
Perhaps I have never been quite myself since my illness.
Sometimes, I think of giving up my practice, and going away,
and trying what some of the foreign baths and waters will do
It is reported here, that you and Miss Verinder are to be married next month.
Please to accept my best congratulations.